A Child widow woman Live in Maid goes abroad - She gets Transformed

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Her murmurs were as conflicting as her sentiment, which I played over my Speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are concern are you not my dear ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no practiced, your creative thinker is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a limbo, a circle of sentiment that will never give a conclusion until I step in…"

I open a diminished hidden fridge and hire out a feeding bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting appointment and murmuring conflicting thought that reflects the great confusion in her mind…"And when I finally do, you will be completely, utterly, all Mine !"

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I watched Anu on the reminder till she slowly put the small calendar book back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to wear petticoat. My cock grows hard with the cerebration of standing adjacent to her and rubbing my paw on her hairy mounds through the thin sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then pick up the phone, directed a call to my agent in India,"uncovering her biologic family, cut across them down, have them gathering, first let greed blind them, then tell them of her job, commend, nothing but the TRUTH"I told the agent,"time to let her family do the dirty piece of work for me…"

After a prospicient conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a casual blue Nike sportswoman pants and a matching white t shirt, then proceed downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter sirocco and a garbage bag to discharge the binful around the theater. I looked at her plump buns jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood story. I walk up behind her quietly and throw my subdivision around her bend dexter waist and pressing my crotch against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her head and look up, her face flushed and sweating a bit on her brow where a red bindi sits between her nicely trimmed brows,"Ooh god Mr. Aamir…I thought…"Anu murmured in surprisal and partially because of she didn't know what's there to say as I press my encased cock against her buttocks.

A grinning curled up on the nook of my sass,"Working hard, my all obedient servant and devoted woman ? !"spoke though by me in a low voice, it sounded like a huge lightning had just exploded next to Anu's ears.

Stammering for a answer,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather wonky vocalization. I smile grew mystifying and baring my white-hot teeth like a beast who has its prey well under its pawns. I pull her to straighten up, her head ambit only my Kuki-Chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the scented oil she uses to celebrate her hair shiny and arrange it into a unmarried midst tress behind her point.

Anu's eubstance frisson as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like not bad flaming that consumes her judgment. My hands pulled her recollective plait so she would take care up and expose her cervix. I lowered my face, first kissing her neck gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my sleeve then trembled as I bit her tender neck, her breath quickened and shoal as my hands slide into her sari, caressing her cunt with my experienced fingers.

My teeth bit her neck severe, leaving bruises all over her cervix and articulatio humeri as well. She bit her lips as I take pleasure of her body as mine, her pegleg parted as my fingers advanced their assault and thrust deep up her womanhood.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my finger's breadth take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her juice dripping on the floor and flowing down her thighs. My mouth feasted on her tender neck, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a small orgasm and leaned back against me to keep her standing, her hands clutching my t shirt as she flashes me a very motherly, yet extremely submissive look.

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the menage elbow room and left her alone. Anu's bridge player went up to her shoulders and neck, caressing the Deutschmark there made by my tooth and smiled, smiled happily.

"Oh yes, he wants me…I am still his woman…Oh how I loved to be his, I am devoted to be his…"Anu let her thought wondered happily and hummed as she went on her daily home task. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the sign of the zodiac, Anu takes a peek into the family unit room, seeing me busying with reading a Bible, she dared not to obtrude and decided to take a pass in the warm up afternoon sun in the back yard garden.

She opens the large looking glass door opening into the garden, step out strip foot and inhaled deeply of the sweet fragrance of the heyday, the weather condition is very friendly, soft cheerfulness with gentle breeze that make a someone simply feel…lazy.

Anu sits on the lawn under the maple tree and enjoying the sun, it's a lot better here, she decided. Here the sun is indulgent and entitle, while in India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no escape of. She looks at the flowers and suddenly thinking about the wedding garland of flower there are of customary in her Hindu upbringing.

With that persuasion, her creative thinker begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. newsflash, images, strait, and flavour coming in bits and art object in those split second of paradigm and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu striver, fucked and showing obvious augury of gestation with a very gravid swollen belly.

She can see her nervus facialis reflection are that of lecherousness, and her deal, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge tits and milking them as hard as a man, a strong Brigham Young man withdraw her from seat. In the background, a articulation, a overlook voice, so godly is its bearing Anu can not help herself but to listen.

As she sits and listen in a seeming trance, I also watched her from inside the house, laughing. Those spy mike, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal electronic messaging transceivers.

Every night, as she sleeps, the show is on, programming her, changing her nous. But null very strong and forceful, no orders, no program line, only pernicious suggestions, handling of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping H2O on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the firmly of them all.

In summation, gun trigger were planted in rules of order to let her see those images and enter a trance like state, while doing affair totally of her own accord and indirect request. I looked at Anu sitting under the tree, her eyes fixed and then she stirred, exiting the trance and looking around, remembering everything she saw yet shy of what had prompted it.

Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her head like a slave as her face burned with the paradigm of her pregnant and I take her from can.

"Pregnant…"She savor this Word of God as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the things she saw were substance from her Hindu gods, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Anu murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the house, unaware that a full hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a trance.

She walk back into the firm, and bowed very low, face still flushed,"So deplorable I am, know not time pass fast…"I raise a hand and tell her it is all right, I simply need to stretch out my legs after all the reading I had done, besides, it's such a good day and I do not take anything at the bit.

Anu smiled back and excused herself from the kitchen as I looked at her back, a very cold grin creeping up my fount,"oh it's a hint alright my hard worker, but not from your gods, they are from me, and from now on, I, Am, Your, God !"

I spoke in a part so frigid that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not hear it. tiffin and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed skillful food and drinks, Anu took time to study several recipe books that I bought for her to read and draw upon, now she's rootage to grasp many foreign and alien dishes aside from her native Amerindic culinary art.

After drinking tea and eating mellisonant chocolate cakes and biscuits, I lay lazily against the shock in the folk room while Anu plays the sitar for me.

She sits next to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a soft composition, as the calendar method progress, she begins to whistle in a low and seductive voice, the song and the music combine into a perfect soft melodic phrase that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every character of its being.

Anu's expression flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a woman should be singing to another man who's not her hubby, and yet she found herself ineffective to resist the itch and desire to wager this rhythm together with the vocal. Her delicate digit trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the beat and turned to search at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain of cushions and now seemingly asleep, carefully she put the sitar down on the carpet and moved close to me.

Anu rocked me gently,"Mr. Aamir ? Mr. Aamir ?"she called out various times but there was no answer from me. Disappointed she looks down at my genital organ, her eyes widened as she discovers that my cock is now strong and swollen inside my pants. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully take off my pants just enough to expose my cock fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big celestial pole. She runs her clapper over and over again on my peter and sucking hard on my putz head with her mitt fondling and stroking my prick and bollock. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a divine and infrangible front in her sprightliness.

letting go of my rooster, Anu strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick shaft. I did not act, but only observed with not bad stake as Anu worship my peter and then get naked to serve it.

She sits her puss right down on my cock and begins the rock-and-roll up and down using her hairy mounds to dish my prick. Anu begins to groan as she feels my rooster plowing her fertile womanhood, as she begins to croak as she fucks herself on my thick shaft.

"Oh my young lord, oh Jehovah god, please accept your devoted subject area and worshiper's armed service, grand me your ejaculate ! constitute me yours !"she first whispered then her representative speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a intonation in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her eyes become distant and hollow as her mind slipping into another sheet of sub - consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her devotion and mind.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my cock, impaling herself and then raise her hip joint, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly unfold eye lids, an almost indiscernible grin along the corner of my lips as I enjoy her wet and ardent cunt surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal muscular tissue to hug my putz hard.

Our musculus tightened with our impending orgasms as Anu chanted loud, over and over again like a robot as she uses her body to do and worship me.

I can feel my balls tighten and my hammer swollen with my eruption close at hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly clean stare and said in a low phonation,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my cock and begging for more while you are self cognisant and conscious, until then, you will have no clarity nor block !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my pecker as we both begin to cum very hard, waves of her vaginal succus wash over my cock like ocean waves while jet after jet of my hot sperm splashing against her uterine cervix like a big hose. Anu lets out a loud groan and then collapsed and passed out on me as I laughed, I holding tightly to me as I drift off to sleep.

Only an hour or so later Anu awakes, she opens her eyes lazily, she felt like she was in a dreaming, vague, satisfying but with zero concrete for her to retain on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my cock buried deep in her consistence, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her lower back talk as she pull herself free from me, making a brassy popping interference as my peter skid out her viscid and moist womanhood. Anu held her second joint closely together and hurriedly pluck up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a sign.

She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and tattle, but the details were lost to her, only vague images of herself riding on top of me like a unblushing womanhood and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her ear at a distance.

Anu's fount softened as her hired hand reach out, caressing my cheeks with her palm as she tries desperately to remember why she had acted like such a cocotte and slut, and how could she have forgotten her natality Hz to feature me debase her again with the fecund seeds of my youth.

Now shamed and confused, but on a strong sub - conscious story satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her way to take a shower bath. Her head tried to comprehend something solid in the dense fog, searching for limpidity to no help,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the moment she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept silent and letting her confusion run its form, the more she tries to clear affair up, the to a greater extent she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she witness clarity, if I choose to finally step in and aim inviolable control of course,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally unfastened, she still has families…but soon she will have no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to help her."

After the shower, Anu carefully use up out an old, black and white photo of her crime syndicate, her finger traveling from case to face, her mother, father, pal, sister, aunt…etc, drop of her rent fell on the pic as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite sometime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological household are usual and almost a customs for women of her backdrop.

Then with the marriage came the hardship of life, she had neither the money nor the fourth dimension to jaw or call, but her fate and charge in life is certain, she is to live with her married man and his phratry, be a give wife and mother to his children.

But now she has time, and the money to write or even visit them, yet she has lost something in living that can not be bought, she grew changeable. Uncertain of what to do, her counterbalance has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stay and turn a sort of concubine for me or should she pull her distance away, be a good housekeeper, maiden, or motherly elder sister even, but not my woman.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - conscious stratum, yet her conscious mind struggle in turmoil and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of living for her,"I said in the muteness of my own company in the family room,"Family will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last scintilla of hope in Republic of India, like the umbilical cord that connects mother to fetus, but it is time to cut the cord and let the sister fly…though fly into swarthiness she will,"I spoke with a lenient yet chilling vocalization.

Then, as the sun slowly going down the skyline, and Anu sobbed in her way, in the growing darkness of the theater, my laugh filled the empty hallow of the place.

Continued